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" the life-altering experience of connecting to the divinity that dwells within yourself and in the world. It is all of the extraordinary events and manifestations that flow from your union with a real and present divinity. Real magic is your relationship with immanent divinity, and it how you craft yourself as a Witch.

Making magic is like making love, and your partner is the Divine. Together, you share and express mutual pleasure and appreciation. Making magic is a dynamic process by which you co-create reality with deity. And ultimately, all real magic is a manifestation of the Divine."

(---phyllis curott, witch crafting)
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An Altar of Earth: Reflections on Jews, Goddesses, and the Zohar, by Rabbi Jill Hammer


Sep. 20th, 2009 11:42 am
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Shekinah is She Who Dwells Within,
The force that binds and patterns creation.
She is Birdwoman, Dragonlady, Queen of the Heavens,
Opener of the Way.
She is Mother of the Spiritworld, Morning and Evening
Dawn and Dusk.
She is Mistress of the Seas, Tree of Life,
Silvery Moon, Fiery Sun.
All these are Her names.
Shekinah is Changing Woman, Nature herself,
Her own Law and Mystery.
She is cosmos, dark hole, fiery moment of beginning.
She is dust cloud, nebulae, the swirl of galaxies.
She is gravity, magnetic field,
the paradox of waves and particles.
Shekinah is unseen dark, invisible web,
Creatrix of complex systems,
expanding, contracting, spiraling, meandering,
The beginning of Wisdom.
Shekinah is Grandmother, Grandfather,
Unborn Child.
Shekinah is life loving itself into being.
Shekinah is the eros of life, limitless desire,
Cosmic orgasm, wave upon wave of arousal,
hungry and tireless, explosive and seductive,
the kiss of life and death, never dying.
Shekinah is home and hearth, root and rug,
the altar on which we light our candles.
We live here, in Her body.
She feeds multitudes from Her flesh,
Water, sap, blood, milk, fluids of life, elixir of
the wounded.
Shekinah is the catalyst of our passion,
Our inner Spiritfire, our knowledge of self-worth,
Our call to authenticity.
She warms our hearts, ignites our vision.
She is the great turning round,
breathing and pulsating, pushing life toward
Womb and Grave, End and Beginning.
All these are her names.

(lynn gottlieb)
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I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,
Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white;
The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night,
The East her hidden joy before the morning break,
The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away,
The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire:
O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire,
The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay:
Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat
Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast,
Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest,
And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.

(W.B. Yeats)
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from DiPrima.

Influence (Wooing)
I am no
good at pleading, too proud and
awkward, my hands
know better how to ask, but how
w/you so distant, look the leaves
are gold, remember August they were
green and we lay under them on earth

now we dwell
under roofs, we lie
side by side w/out touching
when I am
alone, my tears drop
thinking of winter


Watch carefully that you may see the Day-star
arising with deliverance...

The morning star casts light on all
the towers on the hill.

We consort w/angels
We are the prey of beings
who break us open to extract the seed
The mineral sperm which flows
like vapor from our hearts

There is no quarter in this war against
our outdated humanity
We set our feet on our own heads
& climb

to the beloved & wrathful form, the female form
of what man could be
fluid and cold as starlight.

Precise as mathematics

"The sky was green as morning
& the dew
lay golden on the grass."
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I just finished reading Healing Wise. In it, Susun Weed identifies 3 different traditions of healing, all of whose techniques can interpenetrate in any number of ways: the scientific, the heroic, and the wise woman. (You can see more here if you don't have her wonderful book.) She talks about the Heroic tradition as one that identifies health with stringent purification and purity. On this model, illness comes from accumulated toxins: physical, spiritual, emotional. So taking care of one's own health means taking responsibility for having accumulated these toxins and having "made" yourself sick; your charge is to be spiritually and physically pure enough to be Healthy.

If you were only spiritual/magical/powerful/kala enough, you wouldn't be sick/feel cranky/have anxiety.

I just started reading The Wisdom of No Escape, Pema Chodron points out that the goal is not to transcend our supposed limitations or faults. The point, as she articulates it, is simply to see yourself as you are, with gentleness and precision. "So whether it's anger or craving or jealousy or fear or depression--whatever it might be-- the notion is not to try to get rid of it, but to make friends with it," she writes. "That means getting to know it completely, with some kind of softness, and learning how, once you've experienced it fully, to let go."

As [ profile] loveandpower points out, kala is not a hammer.
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Lady, if you deem it best, cleanse me of these blocks. (FdG)

Yes indeed. All this God-wrestling cannot keep me from actually reaching out to the Gods. Already I feel better about respectfully seeking, and since the best advice I've gotten has suggested coffeeklatches and courtship, that's what I'm going to do. Think of it less as splitting myself in multiple directions, and more as branching out, following a line of flight.


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